Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.